The mask

It is just the start. The tears that role are nothing. I know for a fact you dont see them. They hide behimd the happy facade. The bricks you threw have built a wall. You wonder why no one can find her true self. She is barried deep in her fortress. Hiding from the world. She is tired of fighting. She is tired of beeing hurt. She can not stand it anymore. The time has come for it all to end. She is done with all the tears pain. This is the girl that has her happy mask. She is not to be touched. It is just a facade. He walls built high from every insult. She is witty and returns them. She says they do not hurt. Yet every moment. She dies a little more.